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Bloodyloveless: Nope no doubt at all. Bruce can be quite a gentleman when he wants to be. And he deeply cares for Jason even if he hasn't labelled or acknowledged those feelings yet. Yeah, unfortunately if they were to tell them that Jason is robin, they'd have to spill that Batman is Bruce or else it would be questionable why Bruce was with Jason and knows so much. So I discovered Wally from Young Justice, the sole show that I started on a whim and got me back into the DC universe. (I used to watch DC as a child but kinda grew out of it). I loved the show and watched all three seasons haha. From there and digging deeper I discovered Jason for the first time as well—this is literally last year. O.O (Yeah I've been missing out). But I digress, Wally is Barry's/Flash's nephew and his sidekick in a way. Hence, called Kid Flash. We'll probably go over Wally's background a little more when his secret is out in this fic. Thanks for the motivation—you're the best~

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Chapter 11:

Ding Dong.

"Com~ing~!" Wally skid to the front door of his house, coming to a full stop in front of it and swinging it open. Yes! It's finally here! He was starving~. The first thing the teen saw was three boxes of pizza, a small box of lava cake and a box of breadsticks on top of the whole stack. It was a huge pile and his mouth was already watering, to the point, he didn't even notice the skinny figure holding them up.

Wally took the boxes and placed them right inside before coming back to hand the cash and tip. That's when he noted thin pale arms take the money from his hand and he immediately looked up, thinking it was a girl. 'Shit, I hope I didn't look too much like an idiot.' The redhead stared at a fairly good looking, slender boy, most likely his age, who he normally wouldn't pass as a pizza boy. He wore the pizza uniform, cap and everything with the half-sleeved golf shirt tucked into his pants, making his waist look even more slimmer. Wally was certain it was a girl with super short black hair—which was hot too.

The boy took his money and looked down, counting it once. All Wally could see were his lashes curtaining over his eyes as he did so. "You're short." The tamed voice spoke.

"W-what?" The redhead backtracked, feeling awkward for secretly staring like that.

"You're ten dollars short."

"Eh?! Wait what?"

"You ordered three pizzas not two." The boy reminded.

'Aw crap that was all that was left of his allowance at the moment.' The redhead fretted. "Aw man..."

The shorter teen just waited with a brow raised.

"Uh…you think I could return a pizza?" Wally sheepishly suggested.

Dick frowned. "I don't think that's how it works..." He said putting his hands on his hips.

"Look you won't believe this but I just spent all that's left of my allowance on this. And my mom's not home right—"

"You bought all this for yourself on the last dime you had?" the words were out of Dick's mouth unfiltered in absolute astonishment before he could catch them. Wow, this kid was the complete opposite of him. Dick would save whatever he had left for emergent situations. But then again, their circumstances were different, he had two brothers to take care of. Furthermore, he wanted to save enough so they could leave the orphanage next year once he turned eighteen. He had already decided to quit school after high school and look for a proper job.

"Yeah…I kinda did…"

"That's..."

"Extravagant?" The redhead guessed.

"Inherently careless."

"Hey! Is that how you talk to a customer, babe?"

"Who are you calling—look I don't have time for this. I have to deliver the rest too. Now either pay up or return the pizza." Dick extended his hand.

Wally was quick to return the pizza box into his hands. "All yours." Dick thought that was fast, but he wasn't complaining. "Sorry again about that. Thanks for delivering."

"Mh hm." The ravenette nodded and left sighing once as he reached his bicycle. What a nutcase. He glanced down at his watch, thinking the sooner he could finish this shift the better. He had homework to get done and school tomorrow. His second last year in high school had just begun a week ago but they already had a ton of homework from every class. Albeit, he didn't want to fall behind since he also had orphanage chores to do.

A few days later Dick was walking down the halls in his school, towards his next class with a book in hand. From the periphery of his vision he could see a few kids goofing around, laughing loudly and playfully kicking each other.

"Wait! You play that shit too?!" A voice roared in the hallway from the group and Dick couldn't help but think it was awfully familiar. However before he could turn to catch a glimpse of the person, he was shoved into someone making him drop his book. The ravenette sucked his teeth. "Ah! My bad! Now look at what you guys made me do!" the teen scolded before turning to Dick and gawked. Dick also registered him as the same redhead from before. "wait you're—the pizza kid!"

Dick's shoulders slumped, expression going flat. 'Technically that should be his name since he loves to eat so much pizza.' The ravenette mused. 'What was he doing here? Wait did he go to school here? Well whatever it didn't really matter.' Dick picked up his book and left the teens.

"Ow, she's kinda cold…you think she hates me now cause I pushed her like that?" Wally turned to the rest of the group, pretending to be hurt. The others only mocked him. "What? Why're you guys laughing like that?"

"You dimwit, that ain't a chick." One of his classmates told.

"What?" Wally blinked twice.

"That's a guy!"

"No way!" The redhead exclaimed.

"Yo this kid's a lost cause." The others taunted once more before walking ahead of him.

Dick was sitting by himself on the lunch table in the cafeteria when suddenly a certain redhead graced him with his presence uninvitingly. The ravenette saw a tray being set down and some one settling on the bench across from him but when he looked up all he saw was a pair of hands holding up pepperonis where his eyes would have been. Dick raised a brow at the clown.

"Yo!" the redhead with freckles on his skin—that Dick hadn't noticed before until the teen was up in his face—greeted.

"Uh, just what are you doing?" Dick posed with a tone of 'you're being ridiculous right now.'

"Can you guess what I am?"

"how would I know? An idiot?" Dick turned back to his food.

"No! I'm a pepperoni pizza!" Wally removed the round slices and tossed them in his mouth. "Get it? 'cause I already have the red hair."

The ravenette stared at him dumbfounded before breaking into a laughter., semi trying to stifle it. "Pffftt—what is wrong with you? Even my eight year old brother doesn't do that."

His laughter was short lived but it was enough to mesmerize Wally, who stared at him with wide eyes and an unknown blush creeping unto his cheeks until he joined in and grinned as well.

"Do you really love pizza that much?" Dick asked.

"Actually I'm obsessed with all food. You just happened to be there when I was craving pizza. And today's lunch menu is also pizza. Dream come true." He yummed.

"I'm done." The ravenette shook his head. 'How come I've never seen him before? He seems like someone who'd stand out. But then again, it was a big school, being a public school and all and maybe they were in different grades.'

"Oh yeah I just moved here a couple days ago. My name's Wally West. What's yours?"

'Well that answered that.' Dick realized. "…"

"Wait don't tell me you don't have a name?" The redhead looked concerned when the other didn't respond.

"Of course I do, you idiot."

"Then do you not want to tell me?"

"its Richard Grayson…but everyone calls me Dick."

"What?! That's rude!"

"No that's my actual nickname." The ravenette sighed.

"Oh, haha, sorry. That works too. So what class are you in?" The redhead changed the subject, not that he cared what his nickname was. "It's still crazy we go to the same school. Are you gonna deliver pizza's again?"

"Only if you have money."

"That was only one time." Dick gave him an incredulous look. The teen found it strangely very easy to talk to the redhead. It must've been his frank personality. He was loud, but extremely easygoing and friendly. Dick could also argue the teen tried to be charming and oddly enough Dick didn't mind. "I'm in 11-A."

"Oh! I'm in 11-B. So we're neighbors haha. Let's eat lunch again sometime."

'So they were in the same grade?' "What about your other friends?"

"They're all classmates. But we did make plans to go to the arcades this weekend—you wanna join?"

"No thanks, I'll pass."

"Okay, suit yourself." They resumed eating, but Wally seemed to be in a rush to finish his food. "Anyways, I gotta go submit these forms to the main office." He stood up with his tray. "Catch ya later babe~" He winked for fun and Dick nearly choked at that.

"I swear, you…" But Wally only giggled as he walked away to dump his trash. "Hmph." The ravenette scoffed in amusement, a small smile tugging on his lips as he rested his chin on his palm watching the other leave.

After that, thanks to Wally's pushy overbearing nature, the two were hanging out all the time until they practically became inseparable and natural in each other's space. Sleepovers, studying, playing sports, they did all of that when Dick had the time. Wally really made his high school days and put a smile on his face when he was tired. And after he graduated, he confessed his plans of not continuing school and finding a job to move away from the orphanage to take care of his brothers. The redhead supported him all the way and didn't once judge him, in fact he praised him and nearly teared on the ravenette. Wally did end up going to college but he also had some family issues going on that he helped around with often and gone for weeks at a time which was suspicious. However, the redhead never disclosed what kind of tasks or errands they needed him for and Dick never pressed the issue, thinking nothing of it.

Dick sipped his coffee, present day, as they sat in the Café.

"So what are you going to do now?" Wally posed, finishing his breakfast.

"I don't have an option. I have to wait for Jason to get better and Bruce can provide that… its sucks but it's the truth. God, and his birthday is tomorrow-he's turning eighteen. But he won't even be awake to celebrate it." It was so sad.

"Its unfortunate but don't beat yourself up about it." The redhead rubbed the back of the other's hand. "You know what, let's hang out today. Just you and me. I wanna cheer you up."

"What? Are you kidding? Of course, no. I can't just leave my family when they need me the most."

"No. You're just gonna sit around and mope all day. That's not helping anyone. Tim is at the mansion and Jason isn't gonna be waking up for a good while. Your ruminating thoughts are only gonna stress you out further. So come with me." He tugged the other arm. Dick sighed, not having the energy to argue.

"Okay, fine. There's no winning against you anyway."

"Yup. So just give in babe." Wally grinned, leading him outside. Dick shook his head at the old cringey nickname, hating himself for getting used to it now.

"Thanks a lot for today Walls, I actually feel better—didn't think that was even possible." Dick said as they made it to the bus stop.

"You underestimate my abilities."

"Haha, I guess I do then." Dick chuckled and that expression always captured Wally's heart.

"Then see ya. Call me anytime." The redhead insisted, closing in for a friendly hug. Dick nodded and embraced him back.

"Yeah will do. Get home safe."

"You too. And like I said. Don't stress over it." He pointed. The ravenette nodded one last time before waving away.

The night of Jason's birthday, there was no party, celebration, or cake. Instead they all gathered around the teen's bedside and internally prayed in silence that he make it out in good health and recover fully.

'So he turned eighteen.' Bruce thought, realizing this was the first birthday of the teen they would have spent together.

Two weeks went by in grim silence before Jason even moved a finger. Bruce had cameras in most of the rooms in the manor but made sure Jason's room had one. Thus, even while he worked in the batcave, he had Jason's room screen minimized to the side so every now and then he could monitor the teen for any signs of distress or movement. Also, since the two week mark for the coma was over, the younger was expected to be coming around any day now.

The elder took a five second mental break from his detective work and sipped on some hot tea, eyes glimpsing at the smaller screen of Jason's bed. That's when he saw it. Something on his hand shift—he was moving his fingers. Bruce instantly pressed a button to line Alfred. "Bring Dick to Jason's room, I'll be going there first." He ordered, already out of his chair and walking towards the elevator.

Bruce made it to Jason's room in a heartbeat, swinging the doors open and standing hardly a foot from the bed. He watched the teen breath steadily. The younger was no longer on the oxygen for support since a week ago. The elder studied his fingers that had gone still now—like he had imagined the whole ordeal.

'Did he?' Perhaps his mind was fatigued and hallucinated wishful images. Bruce shut his eyes. It was true that nothing had been or felt the same since they lost the teen. Every waking minute he was plagued with guilt for putting the teen in this situation. And Dick's cold accusatory glares didn't placate his conscience either.

"Erm…" Bruce's eyes snapped open at the subtle almost inaudible sound. Whipping his head in the teen's direction, he could see a lid twitch. He wanted to call out his name so badly, to see the teen open his enchanting intense turquoise eyes, but at the same time he didn't want to disturb his rest.

"Jason." His mouth betrayed him as the name so easily slipped off his tongue in a calm even voice.

His ward stopped moving again, shoulders no longer wincing or fingers trembling. Just when Bruce was about to forfeit all hope, the teen ever so slowly, wordlessly began to lift his upper eyelids, gaze pointed straight on the wall space across from him. His usual high spirited fierce eyes looked almost hollow.

It was a blur, Jason noted, like he was opening his eyes under water for the first time. His lids felt heavy like he hadn't unveiled them for ages. 'How long was he asleep for, for his body to feel like this?' Every part of him felt so damn heavy. Did gravity expand overnight? The younger was still in the process of clearing the mild blur of colors in front of him until he heard his name again.

"Jason."

The voice was so smooth and collected, yet it felt just as heavy as his body, weighing on him. The teen rotated his eyes and a fraction of his head to see a tall bulky figure standing by his bed. Vision finally coming around and zooming in on the silhouette, he recognized Bruce right away. "Br—b—" His voice choked. Holy shit, his throat was dry as fxck that he couldn't even vocalize the name. What was going on?

Bruce saw the subtle panic in the younger's eyes and automatically leaned over him, planting a secure hand on his shoulder. "It's alright. You're going to be alright." The elder tried to mask the relief in his voice but it was probably dripping off his tone like sweet honey. Bruce gently guided him back on to the pillow and landed his large hand on the teen's head comfortingly. Jason relaxed under the weight of the hand, closing his eyes briefly but opening them right back up, afraid to miss something or pass out. "I'll bring you wat—"

"Jason! What happened?! Alfred told us to come here urgentl—" Dick stormed into the room characteristically but had the air knocked out of him when turquoise eyes met his. Dick forgot how to breathe for a moment before he ran over to him, virtually pushing Bruce aside. "Oh my God! Jason! Jay! You're awake!" Dick's hands were trembling in front of him as he was suppressing the urge to pull the younger into a bone-crushing hug. But he wasn't allowed to—Jason already had enough broken bones as is. Meanwhile Bruce stood on the side, the hand that was previously on Jay's head, balled into a displeasing fist.

"Dick…" Jason rasped.

"How are you feeling? Don't push yourself—do you need anything?" His elder brother smothered him with a million questions.

"He can't talk too much yet." Bruce stated in a matter of fact way while Alfred and Tim walked into the room. "He needs water." The billionaire poured water into the glass from the nightstand jug. Bringing the glass up to Jason's mouth, Bruce used a hand behind his head to gingerly lift it up and help him drink. The teen drank the whole glass like it was nothing, despite the uncomfortable position, his throat burning like a dry patch of sand.

"More…" The younger choked. His throat hurt. Bruce complied without another question asked.

"Master Jason it's a blessing to see you awake." Alfred professed making his way to the other side of the bed.

"Jason—you gave us all such a scare—" Tim croaked as well on the side. The younger could only hum in response.

"Does it hurt a lot? You were asleep for two weeks so you probably feel sore." Dick told, brushing a few of the teen's forehead bangs to the side, worrisomely.

"I still…feel like…shit…" Jason pushed the words out of him as he lay on the bed. Two weeks huh. That might explain why his body felt like a dead weight but the casts were proof that he had enough broken bones and bruises to account for the pain.

To Be Continued…

Wally and Dick are so cute, I'm glad I finally got to add them in though they'll still be a minor role… I think. Anyhow, this past week was super busy, working all 7 days—left me bitter and exhausted so I haven't had the chance to upload. But hopefully I should be coming around now…